The Pattern of Their Days

 She thinks she knows him well,

He thinks he knows her heart,

But if truth were there to tell

They’ve grown so far apart.


She has her work and friends

He has his job and bar…

They dwell in desperate ends

And stay right where they are…


Of course there are the children,

And these they both do prize

But love no longer fills them

So they live their life of lies.


She’s off tonight for Bingo

He’s off tonight for beer,

They both wish they were single

They both cry out their tears.


She longs to feel the passion

As when their love was new

He longs to feel his ration

Of love that once beat true…


But once more in the morning

They’ll go their separate ways,

An endless life that’s forming-

The pattern of their days.

Sharon Frye